In my last post, The Color of Being Human, I wandered in the realm of Johannes Itten and his book, “The Elements of Color.” He made the point that the truest secrets of color are invisible to the eye and are held by the heart alone.
I'd say my PTSD color changes with every different trigger. The worst is a jet black kind of black. Not like looking at a black canvas, but all encompassing your mind. Think moonless night, in a steep dive at 400 mph into a hail of AAA. It's a kind of high velocity blackness.
But then there's also a glowing green vision, as I flashback on the fear-filled nights staring at that aircraft FLIR screen, hunting those trying to kill us late at night over the Persian Gulf.
35 years later the black gets darker, and the green glows more intense.
I'd say my PTSD color changes with every different trigger. The worst is a jet black kind of black. Not like looking at a black canvas, but all encompassing your mind. Think moonless night, in a steep dive at 400 mph into a hail of AAA. It's a kind of high velocity blackness.
But then there's also a glowing green vision, as I flashback on the fear-filled nights staring at that aircraft FLIR screen, hunting those trying to kill us late at night over the Persian Gulf.
35 years later the black gets darker, and the green glows more intense.
A steep dive on a moonless night! Or glowing green as a FLIR screen. Very frightening images. You have a way to pull out of the dive?
I would be very interested in pursuing this concept that you are considering… based upon color theory and application! … Martha
I have never studied color as much as I should have. But it is never too late.
The color of emotion?